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Analysis and comments on The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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Comment 284 of 1194, added on October 23rd, 2005 at 7:47 PM.

At the moment Im required to do a seminar on Robert frost, this looked like
an excellent site to view others opinions so click on it I do, but do I
find others opinions or an argument going on that has nothing to do with
Robert frost??? This is crazy maybe you could exchange email addresses and
argue there?? I don't ment to be offensive but this is definitly not what I
expected to find!

renee from New Zealand
Comment 283 of 1194, added on October 20th, 2005 at 6:47 PM.

Hi, guys. I saw what you said Grace; don't let those past comments
intimidate you. Everyone on this site is just really opinionative. I've
thought about all of this for a while and I've decided to just post
something once in a while. You guys are really great, I guess I was a
little caught up in the moment when I wrote that last comment. I'm still
standing by what I said, though. From now on, if something like this ever
happens again, I'll just reframe from taking sides since I can get pretty
intensive. Here's a poem that I wrote. I based it a little off of our
fights. Please do comment on it, whatever you say helps:

"Walking Down the Poetry Page"
I bought a ripe, red apple there,
To eat along the way.
I took a breath as I bit
And crunched it sweetly,
Turning it over and over my tongue
Until it lost its flavor.
I swallowed it and sank my teeth
And repeated the process with different bites--
Different breaths.
I knew I should have kept it whole,
Or at least have grown my own.
But I couldnít resist
Eating another personís apple.

TjB from United States
Comment 282 of 1194, added on October 20th, 2005 at 5:22 PM.

This is my first time on this site, or any like it, but after reading
several of the most recent comments, I'm not sure if I can keep up with all
the drama. But for John's sake, I would like to say that I do love this
poem, partly because I would like to think of myself as someone who is
taking the road less traveled by(=, which gives this poem a lot of meaning
for me. I'm glad that there are people from so many different countries
commenting on this poem and sharing their views. I hope you won't view me
as a "mere American," but just as a person who happens to love reading and
writing poetry. I agree with Joodie- we shouldn't take this poem and
analyze it to the point that it brings us no joy and shows us nothing about
ourselves. To me, analyzing poetry and saying "This is what the writer was
saying" means that one poem should tell everyone the same thing. But isn't
that the completely backwards? Like Elga said, poetry means something
different to everyone. I write poetry because I'm passionate person and
poetry is one way I express myself. Passion is not something to be
explained or analyzed. It's just how we feel. Thank you all for listening,
and I really do hope that this site won't turn into a chat room, because I
really do love the whole idea.

Grace from United States
Comment 281 of 1194, added on October 19th, 2005 at 9:27 AM.

Ingrid, I'm not sure how long you have been on this site, but I welcome
you. You seem to be a very nice person.

I would like it if everyone would agree to not fight over little things on
this posting area, such as what the color yellow represents. (I chose this
topic because no one was being exactly hateful when they argued about it.)
That is obviously an opinion and everyone may have different views on it. I
now promise that I, Joodie, will not argue over petty matters. I hope you
all will do the same.

And now of course, to talk about this poem. I have discovered that even I
have gone slightly off track with this. I must write now how I feel about
this poem in poetic form, my interpretation, if you will.

A the smoke billows up the chimney
Fades away into breeze
Watching makes a feeling
Of being lost

As the smoke fades away
Into the breeze
Thinking about life
Seems so futile

Reaching for it
Grasping a handful
Opening the hand
All is gone

Thank you all for listening. Ingrid, I liked your poem a lot, too. Keep
writing, pupils.

Joodie from Bulgaria
Comment 280 of 1194, added on October 18th, 2005 at 10:52 PM.

We should just forget about it. It's funny, we wonder why countries go to
war! Just dont talk about anything anymore and comment or write poetry
because at this point nobody is wrong or right, eesh...

Toss your troubles
Down cellar doors
To where Miss Fohrget
Cleans the floors.

Then take your handbag
Full of smiles
And trot off merrily
For miles and miles.

spread the love people- V (peace)

Ingrid from Canada
Comment 279 of 1194, added on October 18th, 2005 at 9:27 PM.

first off all I am not sorry. I was serious. To tell you the truth I do not
like Moe. That does not mean I don't like TjB I agree with him most of the
time. Ingrid if you had read a little farther then you might have noticed
after my first comment, which was just commenting on Moe's interpretaition
was not rude at all. Then in Moe's next comment he wrote "hey elga I wrote
a poem, what are you going to do about it (spit). Which I find so rude.
When I said not to write poetry I ment don't write poetry if you can't
stand someone critizizing it. Ingrid you are desperately trying to make it
my fault. Is Moe your husband or something. Of course maybe you all are to
young to understand things. You all are children so the world is a mystery.
I will not say names but some of you are vile. Tjb I must compliment you on
your postings for they are very thoughtful. I know you think before you
write. Moe do you think before you write? Judging on your comments I have
to say no. I am sorry you don't like me but that does not mean you can be a
little twit. When you grow up life is going to be hard if you can't take
critism. I hope you do not end up ob the streets with no family, no house,
no money, and 72 cats. I advise you to always THINK before you post. I do
not mean to offend you but you must be a little nicer.
Everyone I want you to keep posting!!!!!=)
Elga Shinkle

Elga Shinkle from Australia
Comment 278 of 1194, added on October 18th, 2005 at 8:42 PM.

Ingrid, I know for a fact that the rude comment posted was very rude. But
she was trying to be nice. Americans never do what she was doing. It is an
extreme version of sarcasm called unasarcasm that is meant to be funny.
That's why we all joined with her. We didn't know that we would offend
someone. We are all very sorry. Josna, Elga Shinkle, Joodie, and especially
myself, feel that we should've known that Americans do not participate in
this sort of sarcasm. We did not mean for Moe to leave the site. Here is an
example of unasarcasm: A couple watches a really wonderful movie. After it,
the man says, "Well, that was the dumbest movie on earth." And the woman
could respond back, "Well, not as bad as your toupee." It is totally a
humor issue, which involves randomness and rudeness. I need to let out my
feelings, so here is my interpretation of the fighting between us:

Like sand in an hourglass
So are the fights between us
As the sun wanes
The apple lane
Is shrouded
Covered in it
Dusk is approaching
The door is closing
The story is ending
It is bending!

We offer our deepest apologies to you all. We have met on another
website and decided to plead for your forgiveness. Please comment some

P.S. If you're rqading this and haven't commented on this poem, you
must! I love this poem, we all do!

John Mark III from United Kingdom
Comment 277 of 1194, added on October 18th, 2005 at 7:56 PM.

I'm going to write something I found on the internet that means a lot to
me. I hope you like it.

Five More Minutes
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a
man on a bench near the playground. "That's my son over there," she said,
pointing at a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.

" He's a fine looking boy" the man said. "That's my son on the swing in a
blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called his son.

"What do you say we go, Todd?"

Todd pleaded"Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes."

Time passed and again the father stood and called again to his son."Time to
go now

Again Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes."

The man smiled and said, "O.K.

"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk
driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much
time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with
him. I've vowed not to make the sam mistake with Todd. He thinks he has
five more minutes to swing. The truth is, I get five more minutes to watch
him play."

I hope you enjoyed this. Keep posting everyone.
Elga Shinkle

Elga Shinkle from Australia
Comment 276 of 1194, added on October 18th, 2005 at 7:47 PM.

Yellow, in the visual medium, is a color associated with happyness. Yes,
on that site I gave (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow), it does say that
yellow is associated with jaundice and cowardice. But that is in the
confines of a certain culture. Read where it says (visually), that yellow
is associated with happyness and peace. Psychologically all humans are the
same, and the colors yellow, orange, and red (can be mixed with any other
color) stimulate the brain in such a way as to create "better" feelings.
Ive read further down on this, and this whole thing started when Moe
(politely) disagreed with J mark's interpretation. He even said he liked J
mark's poem about his interpretation of The Road Not Taken. THEN, Elga
said that he was wrong about the color yellow (and hes not)and insulted by
saying "now i know why JM calls you a 'mere' American", and then she said
"heres a tip, don't write poetry." He then responded by writing a poem
about America. (and reading it didnt make it seem like he was from texas,
he was actually pointing out flaws in America, his goal was to show that
Americans actually arent all form texas, read his description)
So basically Elga started it all and everyone joined in on the downhill
slope of nastyness against Moe.

Ingrid from Canada
Comment 275 of 1194, added on October 18th, 2005 at 7:54 PM.

1st of all the poem was cool but im looking for alliteration so that didnt
help me so... yeah

maksym from United States

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Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 1. The Road Not Taken
Volume: Mountain Interval
Year: 1916
Added: Feb 1 2004
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